tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10055711295380216492024-03-19T04:19:28.432-07:00Gilda KnitsA blog about Gilda and her knitting and life adventures, peppered with lots of random thoughts and pictures. Enjoy.Gilda Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03960838363303175308noreply@blogger.comBlogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005571129538021649.post-160188626563487282013-08-03T07:47:00.000-07:002013-08-03T07:47:22.874-07:00a doogie howser kind of postRecently, my son turned 12. I've told you before about that day 12 years ago. The day that changed my life, only for the better. How interesting life has become. While looking back, and still yet pondering what is to come, I always think of Bjork's lyrics: <br />
<blockquote>I can decide<br />
What I give<br />
But it's not up to me<br />
What I get given<br />
Unthinkable surprises<br />
About to happen<br />
But what they are<br />
It's not up to you</blockquote><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/g-funky/9427035677/" title="DSC_0156 by g-funky, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3666/9427035677_4a71f6b97c.jpg" width="500" height="334" alt="DSC_0156"></a><br />
(Look at this pre-teen. Seriously!!)<br />
Parenting is perplexing. When my son was younger, I couldn't wait for him to get older. So I'd see who he'd become. Now, I want it all to slow down so I can enjoy who he is BECOMING. I live for him. I live for my daughter, too, but he was the first pushing force in my life that kept me going, going, going. Never stopping to feel sorry for myself, always wanting to be good to him. That only made me so much the better by the time my daughter came around. Now, I KNOW to stop and enjoy the moments. Now I know a bit about parenting. How you have to be protective, but not stifling. Encouraging, but not fake. Careful, but brave. Fun, but not reckless. Firm, but not abusive. How each thing you say and do affects their future; how it affects your future relationship. He might grow up saying things like, "why did you have to be so strict about my grades?" Or he might say, "thanks for being so strict about my grades." I don't know, it's not up to me, it never really was.<br />
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<blockquote>If you ever get close to a human, be ready to get confused</blockquote>Anyway, Gilda DOES knit, I swear. I dropped my pop blanket. My blocks are all done, but I hate the weaving in the ends and sewing together. I'll come back to it. I've become such a finicky knitter. Everything has to be perfect. Like, for example, this other blanket I started knitting. It was off by a couple of stitches. So, I had to frog the whole thing and figure out where in the pattern did those stitches come from. I found the place and now I have it on the sticks again. But here's what it looked like before I unraveled it all: (it's going to be very pretty)<br />
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<blockquote>The pleasure is all mine to finally let go and evenly be flown</blockquote>As you can see, I'm a little obsessed with Bjork. Recently, I got back from Chicago where I saw her play at the Pitchfork festival. It was an amazing, romantic weekend with my husband. We got in on Friday, the day of her show. It was a beautiful, scorching day. We started walking the distance to the festival, but caught a cab for the last 3 blocks, because it was torturous in the heat. (we also didn't know it was only 3 blocks to go - ha!) When I go to Bjork shows, I feel amongst my peeps. A little quirky, a lot cool. But they can also be a bit shy. Finally - FINALLY - it was toward the end of the show...it was past dusk....it had been lightening....and my fellow show-goers started to get the groove. When all of a sudden, Bjork, in her Icelandic accent says she has to get off stage, because there is a storm coming. The people flooded into the streets toward inner city Chicago. The wind started to pick up. The lightening was fierce. And then the rain - POURED!!! It was quite the storm and I had a case of the giggles. Because I was just so dang happy that I got to see Bjork live. And running in the rain is exciting. <br />
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The next day, we took in a few touristy sights.<br />
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Then, we saw Phish. Phish is my husband's favorite band. The vibe was cool and calm. Definitely not as stylish, but made up for it with the aura of peacefulness. Once it started to get past dusk, it started to rain again. It was light, dance-in-me kind of rain. Phish played 3 sets and for four hours! It was a really great time. We walked miles back to our hotel. Peed like a bum in Milennium park. Watched a girl get reprimanded by one of the lions outside of the Art Institute of Chicago (mind you, it's about midnight). And even stopped to dance with some random people on the street singing to car blaring Talking Heads.<br />
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Dudes, it was a fabulous weekend. The kind that keeps you smiling for weeks. <br />
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Now, it's back to the daily grind and I am cool with it, because my life aint too shabby. I've got two radical kids that keep me on my toes, a kick ass husband who will go see Bjork (I mean, really. The guy's favorite band is Phish and yet he went to Bjork with me. swoon.), a pretty great job, and school coming up in a month. I am so thankful for what I have, because I know it could be taken away any time. I do realize that. That's why I try to pack in as much as I can. There is so much to see and learn and do and I'll never, ever be able to do it all. <br />
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Gilda Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03960838363303175308noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005571129538021649.post-27292837558709086832013-06-09T10:20:00.001-07:002013-06-09T10:20:48.962-07:00WHHHAAAAAt!I can't believe I haven't posted in here since March. The days just go by so fast. I feel a little like this guy:<br />
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and this girly girl who got a new bed set: <br />
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oh goody goodness, look at these two, too:<br />
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Spotted swinging TOGETHER (can I get a WHAAAAt!)<br />
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I've been sewing!:<br />
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Someone's been sitting:<br />
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Speaking of sitting:<br />
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And last but not least, YES!!! I am STILL WORKING ON THE POP blanket. Oy. I've fit in a few baby hats and the like, but today I am back at sewing a summer dress for the girly girl. I'll post pics if it is successful. It will be my FIRST time using a pattern. (Can I get another WHHHAAt.)<br />
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peace,<br />
G<br />
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Gilda Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03960838363303175308noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005571129538021649.post-71102594673141249382013-03-19T17:16:00.000-07:002013-03-19T17:16:53.724-07:00playing and bakingMama was on cooking/baking kick:<br />
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Made carrot/zucchini muffins<br />
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Watched yeast ferment<br />
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And kneaded dough<br />
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For the homemade pita pockets<br />
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We watched the oven<br />
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As tomatoes, onions, and garlic roasted (for our stew!)<br />
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Then, we bathed the dog<br />
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And played dolls<br />
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Hope you are having as much fun as me....mwwwahh xxoo - G<br />
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Gilda Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03960838363303175308noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005571129538021649.post-89221323996287092822013-02-11T16:38:00.000-08:002013-02-11T16:38:22.846-08:00a little of this n' thatRemember the days where you got your kicks from blowing milk into bubbles?<br />
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and raspberries could fit on your fingertips?<br />
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Yes, I live vicariously through my kids.<br />
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So, teach them ASL I must...<br />
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...while making & eating sushi.<br />
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But alas, I must knit, too.<br />
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Here are my knit blocks from <a href="http://blog.tincanknits.com/2012/05/30/pop-blanket-tutorial/">the POP blanket</a> being blocked. This is my first time blocking. I think. I don't remember blocking. It is mighty tedious. I don't like it.<br />
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And I wasn't going to start another project while being in the midst of <a href="http://blog.tincanknits.com/2012/05/30/pop-blanket-tutorial/">the POP blanket</a>, but my groupon to the <a href="http://www.needleworkunlimited.com/">local knit store</a> was about to expire, so I went YARN SHOPPING!! wooohooo. I've been wanting to knit a runner for my dining table, so I sought out some luxury cotton. Oh yes. <br />
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Take care, you know whos!<br />
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xxoo,<br />
Gilda<br />
Gilda Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03960838363303175308noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005571129538021649.post-84099476675990822762013-01-16T17:13:00.001-08:002013-01-16T17:15:30.405-08:00Goodbye JakeToday, we said goodbye to our brother, our friend, our confidant, our baby, our protector, our dog. Goodbye, Jake, may you be a free spirit there in doggie heaven, running wild with your dog brothers, always having the sun shine down on you while you chomp on large sticks and howl your happy heart out! We love you, we love you, we love you forever.<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/g-funky/8387426989/" title="jake by g-funky, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8218/8387426989_18dfdca4b1.jpg" width="480" height="500" alt="jake"></a>Gilda Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03960838363303175308noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005571129538021649.post-33065387230532554312012-12-29T11:48:00.001-08:002012-12-29T11:50:20.038-08:00catch up on my sappiness about living life...When I signed on for a full time job, part time school, full time mama & wife, I thought I was crazy. Other people thought I was crazy, too. But you know what? It's not uncommon. In fact, I felt kinda bad I was feeling a bit sorry for myself. Do you know there are single mothers out there that work full time, go to school full time, and never have full time for their kids? True story. And there are dads, too, that have 3 jobs and still make time for school? Wow. But me? I'm finding some balance now. I finished my first semester - two classes. And I can officially apply for the degree program that I want to. That being Sign Language Interpreter. Y'all - I'm doing it!!! It's a crazy good feeling. Okay, yes, it's true that I'm a bit older than the rest of the kids in class and they say, "I bet you're a cool mom," but it's nice to have a dream. I mean, I'm hardly 40. What if I live until past 80? That means I have over half my life left. Crazy to think about, right? I mean, our society makes you think your life is over after 30. Oh hellz no; perhaps it's just beginning?<br />
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Anyway, let me give you a low down of the last 3 months:<br />
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My honey and I went to the North Shore for a mini vacation. Can you believe I live in Minnesota and never have been to the North Shore? That's crazy talk! <br />
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We went to Gooseberry Falls:<br />
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And Rock cliff Lighthouse:<br />
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My brother and dad did a little work on the house.<br />
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They put up crown molding:<br />
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And built a wall upstairs. Now, we have a bedroom and an office:<br />
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(dang, that boy's room is MESSY!!!)<br />
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Someone got their hair done:<br />
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No, really it was me:<br />
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We made Turkey Day treats:<br />
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Hung out with cousins:<br />
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and other family:<br />
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We found out our dog has cancer. Oh Lordy, this is a really, really sad one. He's been our baby for ten years. He's a pain in the ass, howling machine, but we love him. A lot. And it's been hard. And we don't know what we will do when the time comes, but we're letting nature take its course and trying to make him comfortable in the meantime. Some days, he seems really fine. Sometimes, it feels like he isn't sick at all. But we know the day will be coming. But there are people, humans, too, that we know that are sick with cancer. This is what happens when you get older. You are not invincible anymore. For me, I wish I could stay 17 forever. It's weird getting older. Really weird. And so when you get older, your thoughts are filled with prayers for all the people you know. Especially those that are sick. And you realize that life can be fleeting and so you remind yourself day after day - live in the moment, girl, live like there is no tomorrow, do what makes you happy, and be happy for the awesome moments you get with the people who make you happy, the people you love. <br />
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Especially be happy for moments like this:<br />
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He's waving. He's not yet too embarrassed of me. This makes me happy. <br />
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I wish I had more time for times like this:<br />
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Handmade mama time!<br />
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I even knit a bit these last few months, making my mama friends jar cozies:<br />
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Then, it was Christmas at my house. I bought a karaoke machine. Let me just tell you - <b>forget knitting and signing, I'm gonna be a singer.</b><br />
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This is my niece:<br />
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My mom:<br />
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My daughter:<br />
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And now. It's almost the end of 2012. What will I be doing the night before? The same thing I did before the night of the end of the world, which never happened, and that is karaoking - helllloooo, did I not make it clear that that's what I do now?<br />
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I'll also be knitting up this blanket:<br />
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And, um, let's see...resolutions? Oh yah - make time to get skinny again.<br />
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That's all. Lovies. <br />
Happy New Year,<br />
xxoo,<br />
Gilda<br />
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Gilda Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03960838363303175308noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005571129538021649.post-76794724926602679172012-10-13T12:05:00.001-07:002012-10-13T12:06:36.210-07:00Livin' mi Vida LocaHey homies.<br />
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Here's a picture of my baby hats I knit for charity. They will go to babies of teens at a crisis center. It was all my friend Kristy's idea. She likes to knit for good. And I like the idea of that. <br />
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On the sticks now? Christmas presents! This year, I am doing it! Why wouldn't I, right?<br />
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But I also canned (or jarred. har har) 23 jars of salsa. Some mild, some spicy. I wish I could say the tomatoes came from my garden, but this year, despite having 6 tomato plants, I hardly yielded any. Just some to munch on. (I also didn't get raspberries. I think my plants were sad I was not giving them the attention I have been for the last few years.) So, I bought 25 pounds of tomatoes at the farmers market. I had enough jalapenos, but ended up buying a couple of habaneros for the spicy batch. <br />
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I think I will expand my horizons next year and can beans, too. But this year, salsa is mighty fine. :)<br />
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Remember I told you about my daughter being lactose intolerant? Well, things are fine in that area now. We give her lactaid. Lots of it. And it works!!!! <br />
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But my son - he's got the big allergy to cats. Woe is me, I've always been a cat person. Until he was 3, when we went to the allergist (2nd time, but this time they actually checked for animals! I mean, 3 years of ecsema? yeah, that was cat allergies.). We had 2 cats at the time. The doctor said, "he is DEATHLY allergic to cats. Get those cats out before he even comes home." It was a very sad time. But also good, because we finally had explanations! <br />
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Some people do not understand the cat allergy. They think it's a little skin irritation and that's it. But I know better. So I have always been cautious. Lately, he's wanted to go to his friends' houses. And some of them have cats. What is a mother to do but load the kid up with antihistamines and wish for the best? Sometimes, all is fine. Sometimes not. This is what happens when it's the later:<br />
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This picture hardly does justice. His face was ballooned. Under his eyes were black and blue. His skin was red. His eyes blood shot. I thought he just got his butt kicked. How horrible. <br />
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I wish I could just give him some lactaid. <br />
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Anyway,<br />
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I did the THRILLER flash mob at work. It was so AWESOME! How brave we all were.<br />
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And next week is my last class of this session. The next week after that, I start the next session. I hope I get an A. I am going to be a sad girl if I don't get an A. <br />
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Speaking of A's - we went to the Fall Conferences at the Junior High. Now wonder my mother never went to conferences. What a joke! All of the teachers were set up in the gym. Each had their own table and their own line. You got 5 minutes each. The lines alone were 30 minutes. We were there for 2 hours and spoke with 4 teachers. It was nice to get first hand information, but now that you can get grades and attendance online, I think I'll bow out of the Spring conferences. Maybe. <br />
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Okay, off to go get ready to go out to dinner with my handsome husband and then watch a comedy show in ASL. My husband must really love me!!!!! (I love him!)<br />
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Here is the man we're seeing:<br />
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TTFN.<br />
xxoo,<br />
GGilda Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03960838363303175308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005571129538021649.post-5744713618794004142012-09-26T17:21:00.001-07:002012-09-26T17:21:40.707-07:00philosophy 101 by GildaHello friends.<br />
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I think of you often.<br />
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I've been so busy that I've had to pencil in bathroom breaks. <br />
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Time with family and friends is precious. <br />
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It was September 11th recently and every year it reminds me of how I need to make every moment of my life mean something. How I am lucky to be alive. And so I always think back...okay it's been 10 years, how have I made it worthwhile? <br />
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A long while ago, after my dear Aunt Fran died, I had a dream she came back. She said, "shhhh, I still have some more to learn before I go back." Maybe it was a silly dream, but a piece of me thinks it makes sense. <br />
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I don't think she meant going back to college, but more than that. What people do and why, how things work and why, the beauty of things, the magic of things, the mysteries. Imagine....the many, many things you will never know in a life time. But even more so, the things you WILL!<br />
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Ah, here I go with a few minutes of spare time to jot a few lines in the good ol blog and I'm getting all philosophical. Perhaps it's the college girl in me. HA. <br />
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Anyway, school is obviously amazing. Challenging, yes, but I still shiver with excitement!<br />
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My full time job is excellent, too. The people there ... well, they are brilliant folk. Brilliant in the way of books. People skills not so much. But you know me, I thrive on my people interactions (reason I got a job (basically)). So, I must let you in on a secret ...... I am leading a flash mob of ThRILLER in just a couple of weeks. I've been practicing with a group at work. It's daring even for me. But for them - well, they make me proud for their efforts!!! And today after I gave a presentation to 75 people, one of them said, "You bring a spark to this place." Which made my heart swell 50 times larger. <br />
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How I find time to knit, I do not know. But I finished a dog sweater custom order with Bears logo and a baby hat. If you want a free pattern, let me know, I can email you one.<br />
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Oh. and sad news: I learned yesterday that "that's da bomb" is now considered OLD!! So much for me saying that's da bomb diggity bomb! NOT! (remember when you used to say NOT after everything?)<br />
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One more tidbit: my son still wants chickens. And I still want to be a farmer. So,this past weekend we took a family trip to our friends' chicken farm for the day. It was da bomb diggity bomb. :)<br />
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Want to learn a little bit about our farmer friends? Here's a link to their story: <a href="http://www.wedge.coop/grocery/harmony-organics">http://www.wedge.coop/grocery/harmony-organics</a><br />
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That's all for now.<br />
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xxoo,<br />
G<br />
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Gilda Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03960838363303175308noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005571129538021649.post-8594857843292434082012-09-01T08:44:00.001-07:002012-09-01T08:44:47.408-07:00whirlwind ~ wooosh ~ happinessAhh, a moment to sit and contemplate.....<br />
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It's been a whirlwind week. I've started school. Talking 'bout night school, 'night school...yeah, and it rocks. When class ends, I don't want to leave. Even if it IS past my bed time. When I drive home, I feel empowered and vibrant. I'm doing something I really, really, really have wanted to do a long time. I feel proud of myself and that is a very awesome feeling.<br />
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(view of downtown st. paul from my school)<br />
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Things have been changing around here and so quickly, too. I went from being the stay at home mom to a working full time mom going to school at night. My son is going to junior high. And my husband became a Hells Angel. (ha! Kidding. But he is now a motorcycle rockstar. uhhuh). My daughter is as sassy as ever, so no change there :)<br />
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I've been knitting on my lunch breaks and in the evenings. Right now, I am working on a custom puppy sweater for a Chicago Bears fan. That's right, I make time for the knitting. I wasn't able to whip up a bunch of baby sweaters for fall craft shows, so that's a bummer, but maybe I'll have some done in time for Christmas.<br />
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(my nieces with my daughter (middle) <br />
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And because there's so little time, I've decided I want to spend time with people who make me happy. Simple as that. So those that are near and dear are the ones whom I want to spend time with.<br />
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(me n my hells angel, my bro and his girl with their new house, my dad with the kids, the kids after a swim trying to get into the house all wet.)<br />
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And like I said in my last post, we went to our friends' wedding. It was a great day. It brings tears to my eyes how great it was. I was the official photograher, which was very, very hard. I could never, ever do that for realz. I'm just not bossy enough. I had a hard time directing people. So, now I know that. But I still got some great shots and I made them a special gift with the photos. <br />
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Here's to spending time doing what you want with the people you want to be with,<br />
xxoo,<br />
Gilda<br />
Gilda Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03960838363303175308noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005571129538021649.post-57767023837139899192012-08-17T18:54:00.000-07:002012-08-17T18:54:32.349-07:00photo practice and lactose intoleranceMy friends get married tomorrow. I was going to sign my toast, but my husband said not to, because no one else knows sign language. And I get it, so I won't. But I'm also their photographer; this is my gift to them. I am so excited and nervous at the same time. I had to make sure the battery was full and the settings weren't off or anything, so I took a few photos in the yard:<br />
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Recently, I've discovered that my daughter is lactose intolerant. This kid eats nothing but cheese, so it's been real tough. I've been trying to find cheese alternatives. Soy is disgusting. It really is. So, I went to the fancy grocery store in town, went right up to the cheese counter, and said, "I heard you might have lactose free cheese." She said, "Oh yeah, goat cheese doesn't have lactose." So, I spent 8.00 on a block of colby jack goat cheese and right when we got home, we gobbled most of it up. Then, that night, my daughter was up at about 1am to 4am with stomach pains. Lessons learned: 1. Goat cheese is not lactose free. 2. Do not trust the cheese lady at the fancy grocery store (she knows nothin', I tell ya).<br />
Anyway, back to life and making those baby sweaters for the fall.....<br />
xxoo,<br />
Gilda<br />
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Gilda Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03960838363303175308noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005571129538021649.post-81969224480971326102012-07-31T12:06:00.003-07:002012-07-31T12:06:54.618-07:00Life is crazy at the momentI've been working at my newest job for almost two months. I must like it, because my record is to leave after one month. It's a great job with great people, but it is a mighty change going from stay-at-home mom to working-full-time-mom. I get two hours at the end of the day to spend with my family, but that includes making & eating dinner, preparing lunches, and bath time. Sometimes, I slip in a load of laundry. I can't seem to find time for my beloved Real Housewives series on Bravo. Usually, I have to catch the marathons on the weekends. However, I always, always have time for TRUE BLOOD on Sunday nights. Mondays are always manic anyways, why not add a bit of tiredness. <br />
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One day, while I was at work, the mirror in the bathroom fell down. Then, a couple of days later, the picture in the dining room fell down and broke. Jake pooped upstairs two times, and my plants are droopy. This is what happens when you change your life suddenly. <br />
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And to make matters just a tad bit more complicated, I go back to school in 28 days. Two nights a week. <br />
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But I'm excited about life right now. I love my kids, my husband, my family, my house, my garden, my job, my friends, and my skills (specifically knitting). I'll be spreading myself thin adding another thing, but it's something I've always wanted and if I don't pursue it, I'll feel like I've gipped myself. I've had so many dreams and I've actually followed through with none of them. Like how I was going to join the Peace Corps. How I was going to travel the world. Become a famous photographer. Have a sheep farm. I still have time, but this I can do now; I <i>want</i> to do it now. And so I will.<br />
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I'm going back to school to become an interpreter. I have a background in Deaf Studies and sign language and after a student internship at a Deaf school, it was kind of put on the back burner. Since then, I've participated in language groups and studied my books, but never fully got back into it. The weird, weird thing is ... I signed up for the program and the next day I met my awesome friend, J Stilx, who is Deaf. At the nature store, where we both worked, I was able to interpret for him. It made me so happy. His friendship has made me so happy! I feel so exhilarated when I am with him. And for that, it made me realize that I was on the right path. <br />
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Anyway, I thought it only fair to let y'all know what's up in my world at the moment. Of course, knitting is not at the forefront, but knitting is still a big, big part of my life. I realized the other day that knitting soothes my soul; calms me down; gives me time to think. So, I think I will always need knitting in my life. And even though I only get a few rows done at a time, I knit practically everyday. I'm trying to come up with a trademark pattern at the moment, so I knit and then rip, knit and rip, knit and rip. Therefore, no pictures to share. Sorry.<br />
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But hey - the other day I was knitting during my lunch break and my coworker said, "you're knitting? With orange yarn?" <br />
"UMMM, YAH!!!" Seriously, some people do NOT know cool, do they?<br />
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Anyway, no pictures of knit stuff, but I hope you've enjoyed the other pictures. See the chicks? Yes, to add to the crazy of my life, my dear son has decided to build a coop and adopt chickens. Not yet! We were just checking out someone else's. But that gave him the idea. wink wink. He'll build his coop this fall and order the chicks next spring. I know, crazy. But honestly, if he follows through, I'll be a proud mama. He's going to Junior High, ya know. He's like my lil baby chick becoming a rooster, AWWWWWWWWW.<br />
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Peace out y'allz.<br />
xxoo,<br />
Gilda<br />
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<br />Gilda Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03960838363303175308noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005571129538021649.post-26434975138615141212012-07-24T18:45:00.001-07:002012-07-24T18:45:51.084-07:00Fun times.My kids were actually getting along (playing bicycle):<br />
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We bought a pool:<br />
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And I've been gardening!:<br />
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I've got the knitting bug again, too. So, look back for more pics and posts on that ;)<br />Gilda Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03960838363303175308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005571129538021649.post-2889174491990424682012-07-07T06:21:00.003-07:002012-07-07T06:21:58.406-07:007-7 birthday postToday, my oldest turns 11. eleven. He might as well be a teenager. He sure acts like one. Mysterious. Brooding. Funny. Smart. Independent. He's coming into his own. More than half way to graduating and then off to college. Wahh, why do I do this to myself? I want to remember my kids as babies forever. So...with that, here is his birth story.<br />
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My daughter was born on the coldest day of the year, but my son was born on the hottest day of the year. Go figure. No wonder they're so different.<br />
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I should start with the pregnancy. It was a fabulous pregnancy. Wow, what an amazing feeling to have this being growing inside me. Sometimes, I would get chills of happiness when his feet poked through my skin and I could tickle his feet. I'd never felt so in tune with myself. I knew he and I would be kindred spirits. <br />
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I was a new mother to be. I didn't know anything except that a c-section was bad, and drugs, too. I wanted a hippie mama birth. Except I didn't know anything about home birth at the time. I found a midwife and wrote up a birth plan. It was such an easy pregnancy, I'd figure it would be an easy birth. My birth plan was 4 pages long. No c-section, no drugs, no suction, no blah blah blah....<br />
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Then, the day I went into labor, I remember it being early, early morning - about 5am or so. I was sleeping and having awful cramps and I was thinking in my dream, "oh how I hate when I start my monthly." Then, it dawned on me that I wasn't starting my monthly, I was in labor!<br />
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I was two weeks late. I had an induction date scheduled just 3 days away. Who woulda thought I'd finally be going into labor? Not my mom, who decided to hang out with her buddies and have a little drinky. She sure regretted it the next day when I woke up at 5am. "You gotta be kidding me," she said.<br />
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The contractions were very close and started to suddenly get more erratic, painful, and frequent. I called the midwife and she said to go in right away. So, at 6am, there we were pulling into the hospital parking lot. One thing I noticed about being pregnant and then being in labor - people move out of your way! So, easy as pie, I made it to the room. There, they said I was dilated already to 6, I think. <br />
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It all becomes a blur after this. I remember them saying I would be having the baby within the hour. In fact, the overnight nurse stayed on to see me through. I took a bath and that sped things up. I was in so much pain, I started to get crazy. The pain was so unbearable that I started to distract myself by opening drawers and closets and when I couldn't take it anymore, I demanded drugs. Right now, I want them RIGHT NOW. But my birth plan. "I don't care about my birth plan, I want drugs." And so they gave me a narcotic in my veins. Which slowed everything down. And made my contractions even more erratic. I was already dilated to about 9, but they still had to give me pitocin to get the contractions more steady. <br />
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But the drugs. Oh, they tamed the pain and I was in and out of sleep, mostly between contractions. But everything slowed down. When I arrived at 6, they had said 'within the hour,' but now it was almost noon. Finally, I was dilated to 10, so they had me push. And I pushed and pushed and pushed and pushed and pushed. For FIVE hours straight. They kept saying, 'we need to do suction, we may need to do a c-section.' But I held on to the one thing I had left. I had already taken the pain killers, I couldn't let go of my other wishes. But finally, they brought in a team to take me to an operating room, and when they moved me on to the gurney, out popped my baby. Just like that.<br />
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He wasn't crying, so I screamed, "is he alive?" Or maybe I was thinking it. But they turned and told me there had been meconium so they had to suction his lungs. Then, there he was on my chest, all bundled. And I remember thinking was, "it's so nice to meet you, mister."<br />
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And that night, as I slept with my baby in my arms, I had the weirdest dreams. I was walking through water and saying goodbye to ghosts.<br />
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It had been so hot when I brought my little guy home that I spent the first night sleeping upright in a chair next to the air conditioner. <br />
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So, 11 years ago today, my life changed. And he truly did turn out to be my kindred spirit. Happy Birth-day to my baby boy <3Gilda Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03960838363303175308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005571129538021649.post-26666653609583345542012-06-16T14:43:00.000-07:002012-06-16T14:43:38.606-07:00schools out and a recipe for meat pies.The last day of school has come and gone and just like that I no longer have a 5th grader and kindergartner, I have a 6th grader and a first grader. My 6th grader starts junior high this fall. Junior high!!!! It feels just like yesterday when <i><b>I</b></i> was in junior high. Crazy. <br />
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Anyway, did you knit up some teacher mug cozies from <a href="http://gildaknits.blogspot.com/2012/06/this-time-of-year-rocks-and-another.html">the free pattern</a>? If so, post a link and I'll check out your pictures (if you have any!).<br />
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It's summer, yet we've been waking up around 5:30 every morning and I am beat! Because we're in the midwest, the sun doesn't set until close to 10 at night. Meaning: it's impossible to get to bed at a reasonable time. This is on my mind, because tired kids are absolutely no fun and it's wearing on me. I'm tired, they're tired, we're all tired. What happens when you get a house full of tired peeps? You're right, it's not ideal. But things will work itself out, I'm sure of it. I love my new job and my kids love what they are doing this summer. (camps, lots of camps!)<br />
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Also, in the midwest, summers are short. So, you gotta pack it all in in less than 3 months. <br />
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Last weekend, we went to a TWINs vs CUBs game. Who do you think we rooted for? Hint: not the TWINs, even though they won. What a perfect, fun day!<br />
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Here were our seats:<br />
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and a cute photo opp:<br />
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This week, L got her hair done. It was an extravagance, but you gotta have a little fun once in a while. She got a bang trim and colored extensions. Oh, and since were there, I had them wash her hair. It was 3.00 extra, but totally worth it! They have them lie down to wash their hair and she even got a head massage. :D<br />
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Red, Purple, and Blue:<br />
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Talk about divas; my niece had <i>her</i> dance recital and I got a few cell phone pics:<br />
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AND....last but not least, it's time for dinner club! It's tonight. The theme is British. I'm making meat pies and a leek soup. <br />
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<blockquote><b>A brief recipe:</b><br />
Make a meat pie stuffing mixture:<br />
1lb ground beef<br />
1 onion, diced<br />
2 celery stalks, sliced<br />
7 baby carrots, sliced<br />
salt & pepper to taste<br />
7 red potatoes, mashed and mixed with milk (homemade mashed potatoes)</blockquote><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/g-funky/7381938808/" title="DSC_0450 by g-funky, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7095/7381938808_54b41b4822_n.jpg" width="320" height="214" alt="DSC_0450"></a><br />
<blockquote>I used 4 containers of pre-made biscuit dough, 10 per. (40 all together) <br />
Flatten dough circles and scoop in teaspoon of meat mixture, like this:</blockquote><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/g-funky/7381937436/" title="DSC_0453 by g-funky, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5272/7381937436_f3041e654d_n.jpg" width="320" height="214" alt="DSC_0453"></a><br />
<blockquote>Fold over and pinch dough sides together. (use a fork to create lines and poke tiny hole in top) Place in 350 degree oven and bake for 15 minutes.</blockquote><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/g-funky/7381937896/" title="DSC_0452 by g-funky, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5333/7381937896_a1953fec41_n.jpg" width="320" height="214" alt="DSC_0452"></a><br />
<blockquote>YUM!!!!!</blockquote><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/g-funky/7381938332/" title="DSC_0451 by g-funky, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7093/7381938332_353708d108_n.jpg" width="320" height="214" alt="DSC_0451"></a><br />
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For the leek soup, I just cut up 2 big leeks, 2 onions, 2 celery stalks, 4 cups of broth, simmered, pureed, added a small container of yogurt and voila.<br />
That's all for now. Have a great night.<br />
See you next time.<br />
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Disclaimer: I haven't had one ounce of time for knitting. I miss knitting. I bring my sticks and yarn with me everywhere. I wish I could knit while I drove, but that's dangerous. ;)<br />
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Peace out.<br />
G<br />Gilda Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03960838363303175308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005571129538021649.post-41267667331504643622012-06-04T07:44:00.001-07:002012-06-04T07:49:13.153-07:00This time of year rocks. And another free pattern. Woohooo.I had this brilliant idea. I was going to knit end of the year gifts for the teachers; a coffee cup cozy with a gift card sleeve. And I did it. But that was before I went on a hunt for the perfect coffee cup. I'm looking for something specific. Not a mug. Not a thermos. Just a rubber-like cup that looks identical to the to-go cups you get at the coffee shop. They seemed all the rage just a few months ago. Everyone seemed to have one. And now I can't find one - anywhere! What's the dealio, peeps?<br />
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Here're a couple of snap shots:<br />
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<b>Here's the quick pattern:</b><br />
CO 52, join in round.<br />
K,P about 7 rows<br />
Knit 7 rows<br />
Start name chart (if you want me to make one for you, let me know your teacher's name)<br />
Knit another 7 rows<br />
K,P about 7 rows<br />
BO<br />
<b>Pocket</b>:<br />
CO 20, knit flat<br />
K,P about 5 rows<br />
Knit stockinette 12 rows<br />
BO<br />
Attach to Cozy (centering behind name)<br />
<i>Edited to add: I used size 5 needles with my rowan pure wool DK. Gauge was about 6sts to an in.</i><br />
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Anyway,<br />
One and half weeks left of school. Eeek.<br />
Two days until I start my new job.<br />
One summer birthday down, one to go.<br />
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Two performances down, zero to go (besides your daily dance routine in the living room).<br />
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(NOTE THE HATS!!!! I HELPED MAKE THOSE!!THANKYOUVERMUCH)<br />
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One broken elbow healed enough to take off the cast. Yippeeee.<br />
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One little green frog:<br />
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And the start of Lemonade Stand Season.<br />
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I love this time of year!<br />
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xxoo,<br />
Gilda<br />Gilda Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03960838363303175308noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005571129538021649.post-28474606412187223272012-05-28T17:09:00.000-07:002012-05-28T17:09:09.888-07:00Fun times and the power of thoughts - whoa, deep!Recently, I saw a movie named, "What the BLEEP do we know?"<br />
Have you seen it? You should.<br />
This is a a few minutes worth:<br />
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The point: Imagine what our thoughts do to US! <br />
Amazing, right?<br />
But that's not the entire movie. There's more.<br />
I thought it was interesting since we had just been discussing the POWER of Prayer; how thoughts change your energy and those around you.<br />
I know it seems New Ageish, but I'm not ashamed to admit that I believe it. I just wish I had more positive thoughts. I am working on that. We all should work on that.<br />
And speaking of energy, my 5th grader did a presentation (with 3 others) on energy. His part was the war on energy.<br />
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If you're interested in checking out his webpage that he made (with his team mates), here it is: <br />
<a href="www.energygeeks.weebly.com">www.energygeeks.weebly.com</a><br />
There's just a week and half left of school. And wooooo, so much to be done. I'm sewing hats for my daughter's Theater Arts group:<br />
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I'll post a pic of them in action.<br />
Her performance is the same day as her ballet/tap rehearsal. That day is going to be one heck of a juggle, I tell ya (and I just said that in my most Minnesotan accent). <br />
My son is getting his cast off next week. <br />
And in the mean time (thank you 3 day weekends!!), we are fitting in lots of family & fun times.<br />
Like, a cousin sleep over:<br />
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And a Memorial Day BBQ:<br />
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And fun on the playground:<br />
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WHAT AM I KNITTING?<br />
Teacher's gifts for the end of the year. You know I'll post pics soon ;)<br />
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Totally tripindicular, RIIIGHT?<br />
Hope you had a good week, too.<br />
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xxoo,<br />
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<br />Gilda Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03960838363303175308noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005571129538021649.post-58130799782199162912012-05-21T08:30:00.000-07:002012-05-21T08:30:07.184-07:00Forever Young (a really long, yet rewarding post) (*wink* free pattern)I’ve been a stay at home mom for six years. I never had this big dream to be a stay at home mom, like some people do, but circumstances led me to that decision. And not surprisingly, it was one of the best decisions I have ever made. <br />
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For the first three years, I worked as a Nanny for a family. The baby was just 6 weeks old when I started caring for him. And over three years, that family became my family, too. Sadly, they moved away. So, for the next three years, I worked at my daughter’s preschool. And in a lot of ways, the people there became my family, too.<br />
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My son had been in school already during these last six years. But it was just this last year that my littlest one started kindergarten. My original plan was to put her in half day and I would continue working at the preschool while she was in kindergarten. But then the school was offering full day for FREE. Free! Now, I don’t know where you live and if full day is free anyway, but here you have to pay for it. And it aint cheap. This was a one year pilot program, and possibly the only year they’d offer it for free. Why wouldn’t I jump on that?<br />
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I was worried about how she’d do without me all day. Little did I know that it’d be ME that had the hardest time with it. I went from being with my child(ren) all day, every day to .... catching them at just the end of the day. And what did I do all day? Only so much scrubbing toilets and painting trim a person can do, right? I was worried about my daughter, I was never worried about me. But she was fine, loving it in fact. She’s an extrovert. She’s a social butterfly. And she loves to be active all day. Of course, she’d be fine. Why was I worried? Maybe, just maybe it was me I was worried about all long, only subconsciously. Because, suddenly, I felt as though I had no purpose.<br />
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So, I began a serious job search. In total, I have applied for hundreds of jobs. HUNDREDS! I only heard back from less than 30%, most were rejections. I’ve had 10 interviews. 90% of those, I was 2nd choice. Do you know what it feels like to be 2nd choice? Why bother telling me that? <br />
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The first job I accepted I was a temp for a large banking firm. And the job was fine. Boring, but fine. I took the job for the hours, thinking I just wanted to be able to bring in an income without getting daycare. But it meant that I missed dinner with my family every night. And what’s worse than not seeing your children all day? Not seeing them at night either. So, I quit. <br />
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The second position I took was at a natural grocery store. It was a hip kind of place and honestly, I wanted in on the subculture. But I’m too old now to be part of it. A coworker told me I was an old hippie lady. Um, did she not read my post about how I grew up listening to Smashing Pumpkins? Um, hello! Anyway, I may be older now, but I assure you that even if I was younger that job majorly sucks. I could go on and on and tell you about how that company is a big fraud. How they say they’re not really into the whole “authority” thing, but really it’s what they thrive on. Or how they say its mission is to stop hunger, but you could do it with all of the food they throw out every night. Being there, made me feel icky. So, I did what any self respecting old hippie lady would do, I told them to take the job and shove it (granted it was high pitched, because I had a frog in my throat trying to stop my tears from pouring, but still. It goes down as a top moment for me).<br />
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Luckily, my husband has supported me through all of this. Over the years, he’s grown accustomed to having me in charge of the “home.” But since September, in addition to my job search, I’ve been doing a lot of soul searching as well. Like I said before, when the kids went off to school, I felt no purpose.<br />
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My own mother told me it’s important to not give too much of yourself away. And she’s right. I was completely and utterly 100% invested in my kids and husband. And boy, do I not regret that at all!!!! But now I am at a fork in the road. Lose myself? Or give ourselves all room to grow? Together, but separate. <br />
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So, I’m doing 2 things that I know I will be proud of:<br />
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1. I’ve accepted a new job, working full time during school hours. In the summer, the kids will just have to go to camp. There aint nothing wrong with camp. But during the school year, we'll spend all the time they have outside of school together. That is, until they become teenagers - or even before then. I want to brace myself for that. So....<br />
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2. I’m going back to school to follow up on my ASL studies and become an interpreter. This is something I have always wanted to do. I have a BA degree in Deaf Studies and originally I was going to get my teaching degree, but now I can be with kids and sign and all of that, but who knows, maybe one day I will interpret for the President. <br />
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I mean, it's cool that I still dream, right?<br />
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My junk is just coming together, man. And it makes me think of this song:<br />
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"Forever Young"<br />
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May God bless and keep you always <br />
May your wishes all come true<br />
May you always do for others <br />
And let others do for you<br />
May you build a ladder to the stars <br />
And climb on every rung<br />
May you stay forever young<br />
Forever young, forever young <br />
May you stay forever young.<br />
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May you grow up to be righteous <br />
May you grow up to be true<br />
May you always know the truth <br />
And see the lights surrounding you<br />
May you always be courageous <br />
Stand upright and be strong<br />
May you stay forever young<br />
Forever young, forever young <br />
May you stay forever young.<br />
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May your hands always be busy <br />
May your feet always be swift<br />
May you have a strong foundation <br />
When the winds of changes shift<br />
May your heart always be joyful <br />
And may your song always be sung<br />
May you stay forever young<br />
Forever young, forever young <br />
May you stay forever young.<br />
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(Oh God, maybe I really am an old hippie lady?)<br />
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Thanks for being such good listeners.<br />
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I have some photos to share from the weekend....<br />
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L read a poem in her class.<br />
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We went to the Art A Whirl.<br />
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In this old warehouse building. It was cool.<br />
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F had a gyro. Ya know how hard it is to eat a gyro one handed (broken arm)? Hard, I guess.<br />
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My FIL made dinner for us two nights in a row. Yeah, it rocked.<br />
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Went to the Pirates exhibit at Science Museum. F played dice with a pirate. The pirate lost and had to dance a jig.<br />
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Pirates are cool. and ruthless.<br />
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Ahem. like father, like son.<br />
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Cool stuff at the museum.<br />
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Pretend news casters.<br />
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Arty shots:<br />
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And....drum roll....the baby heart hat pattern. ENJOY!<br />
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<a href="http://www.ravelry.com/dls/gilda-knits/104137?filename=baby_heart_hat_pattern.pdf">download now</a><br />
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xxoo,<br />
GildaGilda Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03960838363303175308noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005571129538021649.post-27765443992120393872012-05-10T18:32:00.000-07:002012-05-10T18:32:06.991-07:00a bad trip to menards does not ruin a perfectly awesome day.Today, I have decided that I do not like Menards, old peeps, and semi-trucks. Somewhere in there there could be a hilarious story, but I won't tell it. I have yet to find the humor. So, instead, I share with you the joys of the rest of my day.<br />
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<b>CHILLIN' ON THE NEW DRIVEWAY:</b><br />
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Who's that hot guy with a long board?<br />
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Oh no, hey kid, don't be skate boarding with a broken arm!<br />
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Much better.<br />
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Uhoh, that little girl is trying to block the paparazzi.<br />
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But I got her anyway.<br />
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<b>A play in a day. My daughter's end of the year kindergarten play:</b><br />
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Boy, does it make a kid happy when family comes to see their performances.<br />
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Grandma came.<br />
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Daddy, too.<br />
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And even big brother. (and not just for the cookies!)<br />
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<b>GARDENING:</b><br />
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<b>KNITTING:</b><br />
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I have a new pattern without any mistakes. Gasp. It's true. And I'll have it up soon.<br />
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<br />Gilda Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03960838363303175308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005571129538021649.post-72357939179524038852012-05-06T18:00:00.000-07:002012-05-06T18:03:15.992-07:00crafty peeps, awkward poses, and a broken arm.The HandmadeMN show was a success, wahoooo. Here was my table. A little on the low budget look, but I'm okay with it. And guess who came to help? My sweet lil' darlin', who was giving away pictures of art on notepad paper. Tips were appreciated (a sign said so) and she made her own little killing. I'm totally turning my kids into mini me entrepreneurs, aren't I? <br />
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I met a couple of awesome chicks who traded a cowl for a dress. Um, yes, I like to do trades. In fact, I spend most my profit money on other people's crafts. So, if you're ever interested in trading, I am so down. Anyway, here's me and my girly all ready to go to my <a href="http://tinkerknits.blogspot.com/">friend Kristy</a>'s mama and daughter crafty play date.<br />
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(and btw, is that not the funniest pic? Um, why is there a dog bone between my legs, charlie sniffing my leg, and my dd doing the cat eyes circa Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction? And, hello, could my pose be any more awkward?)<br />
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Anyway, here's all the action from our fun day:<br />
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and here's Kristy's daughter, who is so, so adorable, but will not give me the time of day (probably because I'm the weird auntie who tries a bit too hard).<br />
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Isn't she looking at me like 'what the heck are you doing, lady?'<br />
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Anyhoo, my 10 year old boy broke his arm. Elbow, to be exact. Canceled all sports for the summer. It's gonna be hard entertaining this kid for 3 months. Wish me luck.<br />
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And hey - thank you to all of you who commented (thx Laura ;)), or didn't (that's okay, too), and put a little positive thought into your mind for my friend. I told you the power of the peeps is beyond what we could imagine, because my friend is getting better already. So, yay. Keep at it. Really, really thanks, from the deepest of my heart. !!!!<br />
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xxoo,<br />
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<br />Gilda Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03960838363303175308noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005571129538021649.post-5752650567808018932012-05-02T06:25:00.001-07:002012-05-02T06:25:40.289-07:00the power of prayer and other random thoughtsThe other night, I was talking with my kids about praying. We're not a religious family. We do not bow our heads before dinner. And we don't kneel before bed. But I pray in my mind from time to time. I pray out loud when an ambulance goes by. I speak my wishes for peace and truth and all of that. I may not have religious convictions, but I certainly and most definitely believe in the POWER OF PRAYER. <br />
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A friend of ours is sick. And we want him to get better. So, we had a discussion about the power of prayer. How if we do it every day or night and we all do it together, it's possible - and likely - our prayers alone could have a positive effect. <br />
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And then the conversation turned quite deep. We talked about the energy of the world. How our prayers are strong enough to affect it. And then we talked about the war on energy. But that's kind of a different topic. It's a subject my son is reporting on at school. Quite impressive for 5th grader, eh.<br />
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Anyway, here's some info I gathered from <a href="http://www.ehow.com/how_4571810_power-prayer.html">ehow.com</a> on the power of prayer.<br />
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<blockquote>Studies have shown that prayer can have a profound effect. A study done on coronary care patients in San Francisco's General Hospital using prayer between August of 1982 to May of 1983 showed surprisingly positive results. The group of patients that had been prayed for had better health results than those who had not been prayed for. They also required less medication during their recovery.<br />
A study conducted by Duke University Medical Center in Durham, NC involving 4,000 people over age 65 found that people who pray on a regular basis and attend religious services have lower blood pressure than those who do not.<br />
In an extensive study by Dr. Dale Matthews it was shown that prayer had a profound effect on people suffering from arthritis. Those prayed for had less pain, swelling and greater mobility.<br />
A study conducted by cardiologist Dr. Randolph Byrd in 1988 showed a marked result in patients that were prayed for in that many of them were released from the hospital sooner, required less medication and and suffered less cardiac complications.<br />
Studies have also shown that prayers can effect water, mold, bacteria and other substances. It should be mentioned though that several studies have had mixed results leaving the consensus to wonder why prayer has worked in some instances but did not seem to have the same level of effect in others.<br />
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And all of this prayer talk got me to thinking about Cyndi Lauper. So weird, right? Remember that movie where she could move things with her mind? Vibes! Yes, that movie rocks. Check out the trailer:<br />
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Well, if you believe in the power of prayer, maybe you can pray for my friend, too?<br />
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Thanks y'all.<br />
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xxoo,<br />
GildaGilda Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03960838363303175308noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005571129538021649.post-86871983033549749162012-04-29T19:40:00.000-07:002012-04-29T19:40:15.296-07:00craft fair goodnessWell, hello again little darlings.
Yesterday, I had the Spring Boutique Craft Fair. It's a lovely thing to be a part of. Partly because when the peeps see my knit items in person, they're more likely to purchase something (yay for me), and also because a portion of my profits went to two charities (yay for giving!).
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<a href="http://www.freedomfirm.org/"><b>Freedom Firm</b></a>
Freedom Firm is dedicated to the liberation of children enslaved in commercial sexual exploitation, to their effective rehabilitation, and to justice against those who have profited from their misery. We unapologetically stand dedicated to this cause and this cause alone.</blockquote>
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<a href="http://www.hopeschool.org/"><b>Hope Academy</b></a>
Believing that all children are created for God's glory and endowed by him with an inalienable potential to acquire wisdom and knowledge, Hope Academy covenants with urban families to equip their children to become the responsible, servant leaders of the 21st Century. </blockquote>
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Here's a few pictures of my booth:
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This is my friend, <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/FlourishArtandGifts">Laura</a>. She's an artist. Look at all of her amazing art. She's an amazing person, too. She is a co-creator of the Spring Boutique. And her mission is to just do good. And we all need a friend like that, right? It's good to be with good people.
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This is Laura's husband, Paul. He played a few ditties for us. You should <a href="https://www.facebook.com/paulbergrenmusic">like him on facebook</a>, cuz he rocks.
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And this is a random photo, but I loved how this lightbulb hung from the ceiling in the room where our booth's were.
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Anyway, remember how I told you my friend Laura was good? Well, she has also just created a website to promote all of the awesome friends and vendors she knows who are artists (crafty or otherwise ;)) So, you should check it out: <a href="http://www.flourishartandgifts.com/">http://www.flourishartandgifts.com/</a>
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She also has some cool happenings at her studio in NORDEAST Minneapolis, so keep checking back to her site for more info.
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And one more thing....I got a huge order to make and sell my baby sweaters at the <a href="http://orchardarthouse.com/">orchard art house</a>. Kate, the owner, is totally cool. So, I am super stoked about this.
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Next week, I will be at the <a href="http://etsymn.blogspot.com/p/handmademn-market-press-release.html">HandmadeMN show</a>.
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And that's all folks.
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So, peace out, yo.
xxoo,
GildaGilda Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03960838363303175308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005571129538021649.post-32383500571830340112012-04-26T12:17:00.000-07:002012-04-26T12:17:00.832-07:00howdyHello y'all.
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*******Been busy.
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The peonies are growing and growing. Hanging pots are planted. A plan has been set for the garden.
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********Been sentimental.
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I love Neil Young. If he were young when I was young, I would've been a groupie. Now, he's really old and I'm kinda old so I just dang right appreciate his music.
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<b>Life is short. Say what you want to say. Do what you want to do. Be happy. Do not fret. Love what you have.</b>
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I'll be back again real soon, I promise.
xxoo, GildaGilda Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03960838363303175308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005571129538021649.post-26477442293556181462012-04-15T15:49:00.000-07:002012-04-15T15:49:26.139-07:00dear you, love meDear you,<br />
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Things are swell.<br />
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Why I said I thought I was like Betty (<a href="http://gildaknits.blogspot.com/2012/04/easter-questions-and-free-hat-pattern.html">previous post</a>), I do not know. Later in the series, she becomes so bitter and bitchy. Or was she always that way? Anyway, I have finally made it to the 5th season of <a href="http://www.amctv.com/shows/mad-men">Mad Men</a>. <br />
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And I've started my job. Which I happen to like a lot. Even though it pays horribly.<br />
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Always at this time of year, everything becomes so swhooosh - a big whirlwind of events. And then before you know it, it's summer. And summer goes even quicker. But, for now, we have recitals, and concerts, and plays, and all kinds of fun family events. <br />
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So, I thought I'd share with you a picture of my son playing the violin. He's in his 2nd year now. And he's good. He doesn't practice enough, but he's certainly good. He can read music, but he also completely memorizes a song by its tune. I just think that is so genius like.<br />
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I've been reworking <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/old-fern-hat">my hat pattern</a>. Some are a bit perplexed by it. I wish I'd retested it a few hundred times before posting. I thought one time was good enough. These are things that you learn, I guess. The issue is that it's a fabulous pattern, yes, but the old fern lace work is a bit confusing for some. So, I need to be more explicit in my instructions. <br />
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Anyway, I have lots to post about my upcoming ventures in summer gardening, family happenings, and preparation for school. Didn't I tell you? I'm going back to school. It's been 12 years since I graduated college. And wow, life sure does pick you up and swing you along. But now I am at a standstill, or rather a crossroads of sorts, and I've decided to follow through with my Sign Language Studies. (more specifically ASL) In a years time, I will be an Interpreter. What's even more exciting -and a convenient coincidence- is that I will be working with a new deaf friend and another new friend who is fluent. What a pleasant surprise!<br />
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Well, that's all I have at the moment. Hope you are taking care. <br />
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Peace, love, and happiness.<br />
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xxoo, GildaGilda Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03960838363303175308noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005571129538021649.post-70927886768948845642012-04-11T13:08:00.000-07:002012-04-11T13:08:28.231-07:00Easter questions and a free hat patternWell, Lent is over and I never had a chance to go to a fish fry. Oh drat! But the Easter bunny surely did come. With questions, that is. Funny how a 10 year old and a 6 year old do not question the actual existence of an Easter bunny, but will of the occasion. Why do we celebrate Easter? Well, darlings, Jesus rose from the dead. But why the bunnies? Well, sweet ones, the over indulgence in all things bunnies and baskets is us celebrating Spring. <br />
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Even though Spring seems to have come and gone and now winter is upon us again. Darn you, Minnesota.<br />
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But I am mighty glad Easter is over and the candy is all gone. I think I gained 10 pounds.<br />
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I guess it hadn't helped that I sat on my bum all day, watching episodes of Mad Men. 3 Seasons in less than 2 weeks. And now I'm on the fourth season. Don Draper, you are a bad, bad man!!! But super duper hot!!! If Betty knit, I would feel like I was her.<br />
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Alas, I've come up with a new hat pattern. You can have it for free. I think I need to redeem myself with my <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/baby-bear-hat-8">bear hat</a>. Can you believe there's been close to 300 downloads and only 5 projects connected with it AND an average of 3 stars? What's the dealio? That really got me down.<br />
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Click on either of these photos (above or below) for link to Ravelry.<br />
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or click here to download: <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/dls/gilda-knits/99419?filename=Oldfernhatpattern.pdf">download now</a><br />
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For the yarn along, ...yes! I am still reading <i>Rules of Civility</i>. I'm getting bored with it. Sorry Vanessa. Mad Men is oh so much more than reading at the moment. Am I bad?<br />
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<a href="http://www.gsheller.com/tag/yarn-along" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.gsheller.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/yarnalong_gsheller_gray.jpg"></a>Gilda Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03960838363303175308noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005571129538021649.post-36437721197216737652012-04-06T08:17:00.000-07:002012-04-06T08:17:34.008-07:00TMI...and a cute dress.Yesterday, I went to the Social Security office. It's in a shady part of town. And I don't know if that's why they have you empty your pockets and walk through a metal detector or not. Honestly, the only other time I had to walk through a metal detector was at the airport. So, I wasn't expecting to have to worry about if I'd make the thing alarm or not. I wasn't wearing a belt, but I was wearing my <i>mama pads</i>. And my mama pads have snaps. So, when I went through the metal detector, it, of course, alarmed. A guard scanned me with his wand and every time he went to that "area", it beeped. This was in front of the other 200 waiting room peeps, plus the people in line behind me. Thankfully, they let me go through without having to explain myself. THAT was embarrassing! (if you don't know what mama pads are, here's a <a href="http://www.etsy.com/search/handmade?search_submit=&q=mama+pads&view_type=gallery&ship_to=US">link</a>)<br />
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Anyway, the Social Security office was quicker than I expected, so I had time to stop at my favorite craft store before going to fill out paper work for my new job (which was why I was at the SS office in the first place)(oy). I had a 50% off a single cut of fabric. Don't you love those coupons?<br />
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So, I bought the fabric and then I saw a post on Prudent Baby referring back to a <a href="http://prudentbaby.com/2010/05/baby-kid/snappy-toddler-top-free-downloadable-pattern-2/">popular free pattern.</a> It's sized 12-18 months, but since I don't *really* follow a pattern anyway, I thought I could just use her pattern as a guide. So, that's what I did. And while it isn't exactly the right size (too big), I am mighty proud of myself. And I think it is quite adorable. Or, it could just be the kid ;) ---Seriously, could this kid be any cuter?<br />
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